Chapter 398: How She Enjoys a Love Comedy #2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 398: How She Enjoys a Love Comedy #2
Miyuki held her backpack tightly on her lap, her mouth busy.
The reason for that was none other than my tongue.
The tip of my tongue slowly swept across her teeth, her gums, and the inside of her lips.
Did the sensation feel good?
“Mmm…”
A cute, breathy sound escaped Miyuki’s nose.
And as a bonus, her body flinched every time my tongue went deeper.
Just like when we had our first kiss in her room, she reveled in our skinship with an air of pure excitement.
And so, in front of Miyuki’s house, feeling her hot breath tickle the skin around my mouth, I kissed her for quite a long time before pulling away.
Then, I made a show of licking my lips, now slick with her saliva.
At that, Miyuki buried her forehead in her backpack.
It was both funny and beautiful how she got shy every time I was this blatant.
“I’m going…” Miyuki said, turning her head just enough to glance at me.
I tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and asked, “You don’t need me to carry your bag? Isn’t it heavy?”
“I can carry this much…”
“If your parents were home, I would have stopped by to say hello. Tell them I’ll visit another time.”
“Okay.”
“You worked hard during the trip.”
“You too, Matsuda-kun. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
Miyuki stood in front of her door, waving one hand until the car turned the corner.
Watching her through the side-view mirror, I thought to myself that today, I really needed to get some proper rest, and headed home.
I’d only been gone for three days, but it looked like the weeds had grown a little.
Mowing is a pain. I should probably hire someone.
I opened the large sliding door and stepped inside, greeted by a living room brightened by the sunlight.
A sense of familiarity washed over me, but at the same time, the silence felt a little lonely.
Times like these are best solved with a chat with my slave.
After a quick shower, I came out feeling refreshed, laid out my familiar futon, and lay down on it, grabbing my phone to call Renka.
-Hello.
After a couple of rings, Renka’s indifferent voice came through the phone.
Sensing a hint of panic in her, I spoke.
“Where are you?”
-…I’m out.
“Then you should have just said so. Why the pause? Were you worried I’d ask to meet up?”
-Wh-what are you talking about… Stop being so delusional.
“Where are you, exactly?”
-Why do I have to tell you that?
Renka tends to be honest when she has a clear conscience.
The fact that she was being so vague… I could take that to mean she was in a place that would give me leverage over her.
“Did you go to buy a figure?”
-…No?
Her tone shot up. Looks like I hit the nail on the head.
It might not be a figure, specifically, but she was definitely out buying anime-related merchandise.
“I knew it.”
-I said no!
“Are you going to keep lying? Will you be able to face me tomorrow?”
-Is-is there any reason I wouldn’t be able to face you?
“Alright. Did you have fun on the school trip?”
-It was great. So much more peaceful without you around.
“That’s harsh. I was missing the club captain and my master.”
-Yeah, right. As if you weren’t having all sorts of weird thoughts yourself. I’m busy, so I’m hanging up.
“Okay.”
My easy agreement was met with silence, as if Renka sensed something suspicious.
After a brief pause, she asked, half-doubting.
-…I’m really hanging up.
“Yep.”
-R-right. Take care.
Renka hung up after a slightly anxious goodbye.
Seeing her reaction, I wondered if it was time to try out that neglect play I’d thought of before.
I’ll have to consider it very positively after I invite Renka and Chinami over to my place.
A wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over me, and I let out a big yawn before closing my eyes.
There was nothing to do by myself anyway. It was best to just sleep and make tomorrow come faster.
* * *
The next day.
When I arrived at the academy, I could see the vast majority of students, regardless of their year, shuffling to school.
Though they went to different places, the timing of their trips was the same, so they all looked like zombies, lost in the afterglow.
They should have just made today a school holiday. The principal has terrible sense.
It’s truly deplorable.
I went back to the classroom with Miyuki and found students who didn’t normally talk to each other chatting in a friendly atmosphere.
Did they get close all of a sudden on the trip? I guess this is what the school trips of youth are all about.
“Morning, Miyuki, Matsuda-kun.”
The vice class president greeted us, her book already open.
Her voice was gentler than usual when she spoke to me. I suppose this is another positive function of the school trip.
And our Bread Girl… still inhaling flour, I see. Her consistency is amazing.
“Did everyone sleep well?”
“I collapsed onto my bed the moment I got home. I was so sleepy I thought I was going to die.”
I watched Miyuki and the vice class president engage in casual conversation as soon as they sat down, then rested my head on my desk.
I suddenly felt the urge to just sprawl out and sleep.
Even I, who came to the academy with a happy heart to see the heroines, felt this way. I could only imagine how everyone else felt.
They’d probably all be groaning once class started.
And my prediction was spot on.
As soon as the first period began, more than half the students had lost all motivation.
The English professor who just came in was the strict type, so normally he would have hardened his expression and said a word or two…
But perhaps he had no intention of scolding the burned-out students after their exams and the school trip, because he conducted the class half-heartedly before giving us a break.
After somehow slogging through the afternoon classes, Miyuki left for the student council room, and I went down the stairs to grant Hiyori’s request.
The hallways were very quiet, as if everyone had already gone to their club activities.
When I arrived at Hiyori’s classroom and peeked through the back door, I found her with her legs propped up on her desk, leaning back in her chair and rocking slightly.
She had an expression of someone deep in thought.
But she’s going to fall over like that…
But I was too distracted by how short Hiyori’s skirt was to worry about that.
Her precarious posture also meant the insides of her thighs were on full display.
Letting out an internal sigh at the defenseless Hiyori, I entered the classroom and called out to her.
“Hey.”
Hiyori turned her head with a playful smile and gave a reply as if she’d anticipated my next words.
“I know.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved that she knew or call her shameless.
As I pressed my hand to my forehead at the length of her skirt, which barely resembled a uniform, Hiyori giggled, corrected her posture, and stood up from her seat.
“I’ll change after club activities. By the way, where’s my bag?”
“In the car.”
“My swimsuit was in there. Did you smell it?”
I hadn’t thought of that, but Hiyori was certainly raising my pervert power.
Maybe I should take a sniff before heading to the kendo club room.
Ignoring Hiyori as she tried to get a rise out of me again, I looked around the classroom and said, “Doesn’t look like it needs cleaning. It’s pretty tidy.”
“I just pushed the chairs in before you got here, senpai.”
“Good job. But what’s with the mirror?”
A drawing was scribbled on the large mirror attached to the back of the classroom.
At my question pointing it out, Hiyori pointed to a lipstick rolling around next to the trash can.
“My friend doodled with a lipstick she doesn’t use.”
“Is that so? Why’d they stop drawing the cat?”
“She said drawing the eyes was hard.”
And what’s with this square character next to it that just screams ‘I can’t be bothered’? I have no idea what it means.
But I could tell it was very much a youthful thing to do.
If only there were lipstick marks, it would be the perfect picture of student sentiment… That was a bit of a shame.
“Looks like you’ll have to wipe it off, then?”
“Yup.”
“You should have told her to wipe it before she left.”
“It’s my turn for cleaning duty anyway.”
“You’re a bit of a pushover.”
“I guess so.”
Hiyori shrugged as if it were no big deal.
Strangely, I felt a slight sense of dissonance from her today.
The conversation itself felt like it was floating, disconnected.
Usually, that meant the other person had their mind on something else.
I debated whether or not to flick Hiyori’s ahoge, since she was reacting so lukewarmly despite her teasing, but I decided against it and started straightening the rows and columns of desks from the front.
Then Hiyori came over and suddenly started fiddling with my arm.
“What are you doing?”
“Touching your arm.”
“I mean, why.”
“Because I want to.”
She really does her own thing.
The cold touch of Hiyori’s hand on my forearm was becoming stimulating.
Not just in a sensual way, but in a heart-pounding… fresh, youthful way.
Why was I suddenly feeling this way?
Perhaps it was because Hiyori’s large, round eyes seemed especially moist today.
“Clean up first. You’ll be late for club activities.”
“Cut my hair.”
“I told you I’d do it during the break. Don’t change the subject.”
“Matsumatsu.”
“What.”
“The other day, you said you were a greedy person, right, senpai?”
“I did.”
“I’m greedy, too.”
That was a very broad statement.
Did Hiyori realize my ambition for a harem and was declaring that she, too, was greedy and would monopolize me?
Or did it have another meaning?
Lost in thought about Hiyori’s intentions, I unconsciously raised the arm she was touching to scratch my head.
But Hiyori hooked her thin arm around my right wrist as it came up, stopping its movement.
Thump. A light weight settled on my arm.
At the same time, Hiyori’s feet stepped forward until they were right in front of mine.
Slightly flustered by her bold action, I was about to ask what she was doing when—
“Eek…!”
Her face blushing, she made a determined expression, let out a peculiar little sound, and suddenly stood on her tiptoes.
Then, as her eyes met mine, she closed her eyelids and pressed her lips straight against mine.
What the…
The soft, sweet feeling on my lips made my eyes fly open and my posture turn awkward.
I had thought something might happen, but I never dreamed it would be this.
Startled by her incredibly bold move, my eyes naturally drifted to the mirror right in front of us… the one I had just mentioned.
I could see the back of a tomboyish heroine on her tiptoes, full of girlish sensibility.
And the graffiti added a touch of youthful innocence…
It was the perfect picture of a scene from a romantic comedy, so perfect that my heart naturally calmed down.
Through the trembling of our touching lips, I could feel just how nervous Hiyori was.
What should I do here?
No matter how much I thought about it, there was only one answer.
My mind made up, I wrapped an arm around the waist of Hiyori, whose eyes were squeezed shut.
And as I steadied her trembling body, I tightened my grip, pulling her slender body closer to mine.